June and I started the day in black and white before going out for a meal in full colour. In a restaurant of intersecting lines June and I surrounded ourselves with attractively patterned clouds. She thought vertically while I day dreamed in horizontal layers - the night dream archaeologist would later find the footprints of an early hominid in the lowest layer, as well the plastic casing of a transistor radio. As the luminous dust began to settle in the aborted launch pad room I told the waiter that my meal could foresee the future although in reality it could only remember the past. He later showed me a hole in the wall where something had entered the building which has never been found; I emptied my pockets when I got home.